“I heard close to two million.”
Krista whistled. “That’s awesome.”
Shane agreed. It had felt good taking part in an event that would ultimately benefit others. Though he wasn’t sure if his left thigh would agree. He’d been ignoring the tightness for a few days, but it was becoming clear that he may have pulled something during the race. With the heel of his palm, he kneaded the top of his leg.
“Is your thigh still bothering you?” Krista asked. “Want me to take a look at it for you?”
Have Krista touch him so close to his groin?
He swallowed. “It’s okay. You’re on holiday, and I—”
“Shane, it really isn’t a problem, especially after all you’ve done for me. I can at least check you over and make sure it’s nothing serious that will affect your training next week.” Krista pushed her car door open then looked over her shoulder. “Your tent or mine?”
“Mine,” Shane almost growled. Just the thought of having Krista in his tent again made him hard, but she was right. If he’d pulled a muscle, it needed to be seen to. As it was, this week off—though much needed—had set his schedule back, and he couldn’t afford any more delays in his training, not with the Pan Pacific Championships coming up at the end of the year.
And treatment from Krista wouldn’t take long. It wasn’t like she’d be giving him an all-over body massage.
Great.
Now he had another image to get out of his head.
“You coming?” she called out.
And another one.
When Shane joined Krista in the tent, she was already on her knees, rubbing what looked like a bar of soap in her hands. It smelled like strawberries. He got in beside her and lay down, the flap of the tent closed and cutting out most of the light.
“I haven’t got any massage lotion with me,” she said. “You’ll have to put up with my moisturizer bar. I hope that’s okay?”
“No worries.” Shane unzipped his shorts and shimmied out of them.
Stretching out his leg for Krista to examine, he explained in his most professional manner which muscle pinched. When Krista placed her firm fingers on his bare thigh, his voice raised a few octaves. Clearing his throat, he laid back onto his elbows, and while Krista pressed into this thigh, he tried to focus on the construction and material of his tent.
Those fiberglass poles were a true marvel. So light and flexible yet strong...and not helping in the slightest to distract him from his current predicament. Memories of Krista’s hotness last night as she’d writhed beneath him taunted him. As her fingers worked the tension out of his leg, the tension in his pants increased, gearing his dick up for action that wouldn’t—couldn’t—happen.
She’s in love with Ryan, remember?
“Man, you’re hard here,” Krista said, working her thumbs down his IT band.
She didn’t know the half of it!
Thank god the light had faded and she wouldn’t be able to see his boxers pitching.
“I need to rig up a light to see you better,” she said.
“No, it’s okay. You’ve done more than enough, thank you.” Shane shifted—at the same time that Krista reached over for his head torch.
She toppled against him then froze.
And Shane didn’t need a light to see the shock on her face.
***
The semidarkness hadn’tbeen playing tricks on her after all!
Pressed against Shane’s erection, Krista knew she hadn’t mistaken that swell in his boxer shorts.
Freaking hell.
